School's Out

GM: Wraith
Players: Wraith, Patient, Doctor, Black, BillyBob
Synopsis: The team are hired to kidnap a girl from an exclusive school. Things proceed relatively smoothly, with extensive legwork helping to make most of the run trivial, but some minor inconveniences increase the cost of covering their tracks along the way.
Date: Friday October 28th 2076

«Plot» Wraith says, "Okay gentlefolk. I run with a few house rules in addition to the Denver norm, because there just aren't enough house rules, obviously! They are available at the bottom of this page: Let me know that you've read and agree to them if you please."
«Plot» Black says, "Alright, read over, and agreed."
«Plot» Doctor says, "Read, agreed."
«Plot» Wraith says, "Hey BB. You agreed to the house rules last time so I don't need you to agree again, unless you'd like to."
«Plot» Wraith says, "I don't think any of them apply to you anyway. :P"
«Plot» Patient says, "Accepted."
«Plot» Wraith says, "Okay, I think that's everything. Time to get on the set!"
It is monday. Nobody likes mondays.
Word has gone out that there is some retrieval work that needs doing. The meet itself is set in a glittering high rise set of offices - all polished glass and black marble floors. 382 Corwin Street is a fairly bland name, and in fact there is only an owner of these offices in theory. In fact, they are rented space; private, quiet, located in the heart of the UCAS Sector.

The runners were all told to go up to the receptionist - who has one of those lovely, oh-so-professional fixed smiles - and ask to meet Mr. Jones. Neither she nor the obvious security goons loitering by the doors blink an eyelid at the varied appearances of the runners. They are just quietly directed to the elevator, the 52nd floor, the Zebra Room.

There, a man in his fifties with greying hair, slowly coming to match the colour of his suit, is sat at the top of a conference table. He has an old school paper folder in front of him. There's some more security goons, hanging around at the back of the long room, and Wraith, who is staring blankly out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the Denver cityscape below.

Black is varied to an extent that is most unusual. But all that can be seen of that is the elven ears that seem out of place for his human looks. He has on his sleek protective jacket which is settled across his finer clothes. He has his ID if needed, Lance Black, Ares Citizen. He has on sleek shades that cover his gaze, while he follows each word to the letter, until he arrives at the meeting room. Once in there, he sees the older man, and dips a polite respectful nod to him.

Knight, he is called in Shadowrunner circles, seems to be a bit relaxed, though there does seem to be a small frown that marrs his features, seemingly having been set there for a while, as he shuts off all his contact devices while in the private space. No point in having it all on. If they wanted him killed, he would have been killed, and Carl had told him this job might prove fruitful for re-establishment in the Shadowscene.

He was contacted about someone needing a retrevial. Interesting. The place was somewhere that Doctor was seeking to start establishing himself in anyways, so of course he'd show up, on time and ready to go. Although with his outfit, there didn't seem to be that much to him overall anyways. Reaching the desk, he of course politely asks to see Mr. Jones and moves on his way. He pays attention to the details around them, studying and filing it all away as the lift takes him upward to destiny.

There are others already there, each in turn get a brief, if through study before he would take a seat himself, a nod given to the 'Mr. Jones' politely in turn.

The 'shaman' follows Doctor next; An old blanket wrapped loosely about a hunched frame, with a torn electric cable for a belt. But the small walking cane with the swirls etched on the surface is definitely magic-y. Right? Sure. Close enough.
Otherwise, what follows the prim fellow into the offices would be a vagrant. And no one lets vagrants into buildings like this. But shamans? Well, who knows what craziness shamans get up too. Ever try to get a coyote shaman to stick to a lunch schedule? Whatever works, even if he's a bit out of his element, the hidden and hunched form of Patient makes its way up. Pausing at the entrance to whuff softly as it makes its way towards a seat.
Patient pages: Mind if I take scent and perception?
You paged Patient with 'Sure.'.

«Auto-Judge[]» Patient (#12341) rolls Intelligence (to Wraith) for "Basic perception. Next roll is 'scenting'.":
4 5 8 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Patient (#12341) rolls 9 (to Wraith) for "Just the rolls for scent perception boost.":
1 2 3 3 4 4 4 5 17
You paged Patient with 'Okay, I'm not sure about the other PCs, but as far as security is concerned - no surprises there, the goons are carrying firearms. Wraith stinks of gunpowder and blood. The whole building is otherwise very, very clean. Mr. Jones has almost an anti-odour; clean and sterile to a near-medical degree. He does not smell like he's ever so much as touched a gun.'.

BillyBob parks his food truck out back and swaggers in, a wad of chewing tobacco in his lower lip, spitting the juices into a styrofoam StufferShack coffee-on-the-go cup. Once directed onward by the disgusted receptionist, he goes and sits down at Mr. Jones's conference table, listening.

Black takes a moment to consider each word that Mr. Jones states, while he tips his head to the side for a moment. "Do we have data about the child or her habits, and will she be harmed or remain unharmed?" he asks. Then afterwards, he seems to consider for a moment, "And what is to be… Rendered to us for services?" he asks. His gaze looks to all those that came in, new folk mostly, he even looks to Wraith, seeming to follow her fascination with his own hidden gaze, but remains all attentive upon the 'J'.

The hunched and blanketed figure of Patient raises hiss head beneath the blanket. That same, strange whuffing sound as he turns his hidden head towards Wraith - and the others as well. Especially Billybob. ESPECIALLY BILLYBOB, because chewing tobacco. Then he lets his head hang once more, before he speaks. Voice with a strange burr to it, in curiously broken english.

"This one would like to know also. The girl must arrive with how much of her body?" A pause. "The girl must be unharmed or simply alive?"

"We have some details about the target and their habits, yes." Mr. Jones states, calmly. "But I won't be passing them over until you have all agreed to take the job. As to the question of harming her, well." At this, there is a thin smile. "It is likely that you will need to use some restraining force. If she is killed, you will not be paid. We would prefer that she avoid breaking any bones or harming her face, but minor bruising and so forth is … acceptable." Mr. Jones shrugs his shoulders easily, "As to her retinue, I don't care what happens to them, or what methods you use to extract her. If you get yourselves in trouble with the police, however, then there will be no assistance from us."

His smile widens, all teeth and no warmth, as he focuses on Black. "As to recompense, I am willing to pay twenty thousand nuyen to each of you, on delivery of the target. There should be minimal expenses for this particular job, so I won't be paying anything up front. I'm sure you understand."
«Plot» Black says, "Can I attempt to negotiate?"
<OOC> Black says, "Or did someone else wannnnnna."
«Plot» Wraith says, "You may."
«OOC» BillyBob says, "What sector is this place IN?"
«Plot» Black says, "My TN?"
«Plot» Wraith says, "Johnson's intelligence is 6."
«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Negotiation vs TN 6:
1 3 4 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Negotiation vs TN 6 for "KP 1":
3 4 5 15 19 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Negotiation - 2 vs TN 6 for "KP 3":
3 4 5 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Wraith says, "He hasn't said yet; won't until he knows you're on board."
«Plot» Black says, "Stand."
«Plot» Black says, "Will pose."

Black takes a moment to consider the words spoken, and at the word of minor bruises allowed, he frowns a small bit. He seems to have apprehension about this, but masks it well, then he takes a moment to hold up his hand, "While I understand all you have said, it is delicate work to take someone in alive with minimal injury," though he can do it with ease. He then adds, "Not to mention, there is the slight possibility that we might not be too well received by her family, should word in our community spread to certain people."

"I'd… Request, with humble respect, that you make the deal a small bit more palpable, to cover any costs that might come out of this. As they say, no plan survives first contact," Knight tells the man, then he steps back once, and allows the man to consider his words.

«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 6 vs TN 6 for "Johnson Counter-Roll":
1 3 4 7 10 11 = 3 Successes

The Johnson's eyes narrow at the words from Black, just the smallest amount. His smile fades, and he shakes his head slowly. "It is delicate work." He says, levely. "Thus, I am hiring specialists. If you think you are incapable of even preventing standard Corporate security discovering your identities… perhaps you are not the people I thought you were."

He allows that to hang in the air for a moment, and then sighs. "But, if you think there will be expenses, I will make… shall we say, ten thousand nuyen available immediately, for the group to draw from."

The Doctor stayed relatively quiet during the exchange back and forth. Finally, he'd glance to the 'vargant shaman' for a moment, then would finally speak up. "I believe the terms are acceptable for myself. Recover the teenager. Get her to the airport. Make sure there are no permament marks on her face. That is easily handled." He'd wave a hand lightly. "So, is everyone else in?"

BillyBob grunts. "Only twenny kay? I guess." He spits another bit of tobacco juice.

Black's head tilts to the side just a smallest bit. He misread a cue, it happens, he does little besides to incline his head, "I shall agree to the terms that you have set forth," he states after a moment, not wishing to further sour the J's mood.

"Of course."

Wraith's voice is very quiet - quiet enough it might be missed - but she finally turns around to look at the rest of the team as things move on to the issue of details.

The Johnson nods his head, and slides the paper folder forwards. "The teenager in question is Buffy Delaine. Her medical records are in there, along with her class schedule. We have been unable to obtain much information on her security team beyond long-range photos, which are also in there. Whether you take her at school, home, or en route is entirely up to you."

«Auto-Judge[]» BillyBob (#10588) rolls Security Procedures:
1 2 4 11
Black turns to the others while he seems to consider for a moment, "Well, where should we hash out the details at of what we're going to do?" he asks. His gaze falls to BillyBob and he makes a face, then he looks to Doctor and Patient, before his gaze settles upon Wraith a moment, with a small 'huh'.

Patient twists his head within the blanket, to get a better view of the paper - and the girl within it. And then he lowers that head again, arms moving as he tightens the blanket about his short if broad frame. Almost as if cold. "This one thinks to go somewhere.. another place … to talk. Safer" A brief hesitation as it hunts for a good word to use with that burred voice, before he'll move out of his chair. Turning his head aside to Billybob, that same curious whuffing noise.

BillyBob pages: Can I glean anything from that SP roll about high schools and private security?

You paged BillyBob with 'Most private schools will have pretty tight security for insurance purposes if nothing else. Cameras, metal detectors on the main entrances, that sort of thing.'.

Doctor glances to the others, he'd reach out to pick up the paperwork if no one else beats him to it. Flipping open the pages, the Doctor would go over the information in detail, before finally his attention turning to the 'J'. "Pardon. This is a wonderful room and will assist with our creative flow. Would you be willing to allow us the use and privacy of the room for handling the request you have made? As you are hiring specialist, I'm sure you understand our need for the proper location to work?"

The Johnson draws back the sleeve of his suit, and checks the time on an old-styled rolex watch. "The room is booked for another 48 minutes." He says, as he stands. "Knock yourselves out."

With a gesture, he and his security team leave the room, and the door hisses sealed behind them. Wraith then moves to sit down.

"We should begin with a brief introduction of who we are what we can do." She says, quietly. "I am Wraith. I specialise in close range firefights."

Black takes out a cigarette and lights it up a moment, before he takes a deep inhale from it. Afterwards, he pulls up his glasses to reveal his dragon-like gaze in full to the others. "You can call me Knight Blaze," he states, then he flicks out a wrist, "Combat spell expertise, low-level face work, trickshot with a shotgun, and… I can cook a mean spaghetti." It's said emotionlessly.

BillyBob spits before he introduces himself. "Name's BillyBob, I rig. I gotta van outside an' a few drones fer overwatch."

The Doctor studies each in turn as they introduce himself, before glancing at the 'shaman'. "* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ***" (Swahili)

"This one is called Patient."

Begins the hooded thing, as it turns the hooded head towards Wraith. "This one has hunted all things. The animal has been hunted. The man has been hunted. This one is .. built for this hunt. This one prefers to hunt close, but this one can hunt from far away as well. If this one can smell them, this one can always find them. Running does not matter then."

There is a faint tic-tic-tic as it lifts the blanket to lean upon the table, that faint whuffing sound again. It glances to Doctor, and shrugs shoulder slowly before speaking. In normal, broken english. "This one thinks it best to take the girl while she is moving. In house, she is safe. In school, she is safe. In open, there is chaos."

Flipping another page, the Doctor changes languages again. "I go by The Doctor. I am quite capable at medical restoration of individuals, awaken or otherwise." He glances at Black then. "I'm also fairly decent at talking to others for our benefit. Face? I believe you said?" He glances back to Patient then and gives a small nod of consideration.

"I had considered the same thing." Wraith says, to Patient. "The issue is that we have only three days. If their security team is sensible, they will not be using the same route each day. We may also need to be aware of police response times. Evading the police is possible but, difficult. Especially for twenty thousand."

"No idea what her home is like is an issue as well, but it is likely to be guarded. In-transit hits turn out the the worst usually, but it makes sense," Black states, while he lifts his shoulders. Then he debates for a moment, "I can stun people individually, or I can do it en masse for a certain range, to be sure. And quite skilled at it as well," he then adds.

There is a faint rumbling sound within the hooded blanket, before Patient clicks something like a tongue and speaks in that same burr voice.

"Police cars do not go up. Police cars do not go down. Police cars go forward or back. If .." Here he pauses, putting words together carefully, like a puzzle. ".. If girl goes up or down with us, then police cars cannot follow." Hood turns, towards Black. That whuffing sound again.

"It will help. This one thinks we should see the girl's .. place. And this one thinks we should see the girl's.. girl's school. Where they come, and where they go too. This is a good thing to know, but hunt in the open must be fast. Pick middle, move to .. too catch?"

The information is detailed. School starts at 8am and finishes at 5pm, with the last two hours being various clubs. The girl's medical records make it clear that she is extremely physically capable, and her extracurricular activities are all sports of various kinds: notably, she's head of the school Tae Kwon Do club.

Her home is in a very high end neighbourhood, as is the school. Security ratings range from AA to A, though a couple of potential routes might take her through commercial districts (B rating).

At the interjection from Patient, Wraith stares at him for a moment. "You're wrong." She states, bluntly. "If we snatch a screaming child from her car and are seen doing so, they will bring helicopters, probably astral overwatch, and hunt us until they have exhausted every lead they can find."

The Doctor holds up a hand. "He is saying we study both ends, then pick a middle point and find the best spot to obtain her quickly, I believe. Even if it's not in transit, she has to leave the vehicle at one point or another. Open space." Musing for a moment, he'd nod at the paperwork, then glance to Black. "What if we insert me at the school with a cover? Enough to have me withdraw her for a 'legitimate' examiniation? Check ups are done all the time for children. I can play the part of a school doctor, I assure you."


Responds Patient to Wraith, before considering. "But they must come first." And then it moves itself off the table, going back to leaning on the 'shaman stick'. The whorls are completely meaningless, of course. As is the stick itself. He listens to Doctor for a moment, before speaking.

"This one thinks there is no way.. to.. stop girl from scream." Another pause. "She leaves on her own, she is not screaming. A .. word. Word that is boy who likes girl?" A low rumble. "Three days. To slip in at night is possible? This one will take scent - if scent shows boy with her, then hunt boy first? Idea is for Lever- .. leverage."

"I did not say impossible." Wraith says, in that same blank, neutral tone. "I said it probably isn't worth it, for twenty thousand. I know the precautions I would want to take following such an event would run to many times that. So we should attempt to avoid it becoming necessary."

She finally stops staring at Patient, to instead stare at the Doctor. "That would be good." She says. "I have narcoject."

The apartment the girl lives in, to be clear, is in a very high security, corporate area. The school's security is mostly focused around cameras, metal detectors on the front doors, and whatever security the pupils bring with them. In Buffy's case, that amounts to two serious-looking people in suits, one male, one female, both human, and an IMPRESSIVELY ugly ork, who is also trying to wear a suit but really looks more like they are stuffed into it along with a few dozen pounds of sausage meat.

BillyBob grunts, spitting his wad of chewing tobacco into his spittoon cup. "I'd rather hit da school. Corp home security is gunna be tough. In transit might be tuff too."

The Doctor smiles to Wraith then with a small nod. "Indeed. I have my own means of rendering her unconcious as well. We need two things from that point." He glances to Billybob then. "We need an appropriate ride for it to look legitmate that she is being taken to the hospital." He looks back to Wraith and then Black. "We need to make sure her followers are rendered innert. Patient is very good at finishing such and could potentially take two of them. So we set an ambush at the school I believe we're all agreeing on?"

"And a school might be tougher, since it's where all these kids that are high profile seem to go," Black states after a moment. He looks to Wraith and studies her a moment, then pulls down his glasses to cover his gaze, "Let's see… I think the idea of a medical doctor being required is useful. At school you might get away with it easier, but perhaps even at the home can be tried. If we hit them in transit, either way, we run way too much risk of visiblity to authorities." He waits a moment, "If you can get her out under the guise as a doctor, I can help take out her retinue as well."

"This one has … the drug that makes sleep as well. Narcojet."
States Patient as Wraith offers the idea. And then dips his hooded head, moving to study the paper that Doctor is looking over. That faint rumble beneath the hood, and a whuff. "The … busiest part is getting Doctor in. The rest is simpler. This is a good plan. This is the best plan."

"Narcoject." Wraith says, to Patient. "With a c."

Then, she nods her head. "I suspect." She says, "That you and I." A vague wave towards Patient. "Should be able to sneak in through the perimeter. We can then seek entrance through the roof and support the Doctor after the girl and her team have been isolated."

She turns to BillyBob. "If you can get the van on site with the Doctor, that will be best. To be sure, is your van armoured? It will hopefully not be necessary, but if we can drive through any gates or fences, that could be … useful. And knowing we can't is also useful."

BillyBob grunts. "Yah dat van got armor. Couldn't take it in da Warrens widout it."

«Plot» Wraith says, "Oh, because it was implied but not stated: Buffy has a Shiawase-registered SIN; chances are high she's the daughter of a Shiawase exec (and therefore, pretending to be private doctors and so forth, you'd want to keep that in mind in the fast talking)."

"Yes. This one would prefer the roof - .. way in." A pause, as the burred voice practices the word. "Narco-ject."

It seems pleased with the correction in pronounciation, before it goes back to studying the paper. A lot slower than his alternative, 'Doctor', but thorough. English is hard. Five hundred words for one thing, and you can say it all sorts of ways. 'See spot running'. 'Spot is running'. 'Spot's running.' 'Who is running? Spot'.

Blasted complicated. "This will go wrong." He announces at last, but calmly. "When it goes wrong, where does your van go?" Hooded head turns towards Billy.

Closing the file to let another have it as necessary, he thinks about the information gathered before nodding. "While I am good at speaking to others, I'm afraid I probably do not have the same contact resources as either of you." He would look to Wraith then Black. "She has a Shiawase SIN. Therefore if I have one reflecting such to support evidence of me being a private doctor for them, it would be of assistance. Otherwise we will need to improvise within the time limit given."

"I have a contact who can issue you a temp SIN, she specializes in them as a decker," Black states, while he shakes his head a bit, "Not sure how much it'd cost, maybe one built to burn-out after a day would be cheaper?" He rolls his shoulders a bit, then adds, "It will go wrong in some manner more than likely. That said… I stand at ready for what you need me for. I have a corporate contact who could get us more info on the Shiawese," he then adds, "Something might be useful there?"

BillyBob grunts at the question of things going wrong. "The Warrens? I can change da PV paint scheme and try 'ta get thru da checkpoints to the Warrens where it's a big more loosey-goosey. Or if we got a safehouse in da UCAS sector."

"I also have a contact who specializes in Safe Houses," Black tells BillyBob.

"I do not have many contacts here." Wraith says, "I know a man who may be able to obtain a SIN, but I do not know how quickly, or for what cost." She looks to Black, "Mr. Blaze." She says, "Are you able to work magic on people's minds? I would suggest that you going in with the Doctor as his 'assistant' may be a good way to get you both on site, and if you can smooth over any inconsistencies in story with magic that may be … useful."

The Doctor nods in response. "A temporary one that burns out after a day is fine. Enough to get us in. Magic may set off alerts. I believe first we need to know specific security of the school, yes? More information from them is also good. The more information we have on her the better." Looking to BillyBob then, he nods slightly. "It sounds like you can well handle potential issues with the departure. If Mr. Blaze gets you a safehouse location, be prepared for using it, yes?" Smiling then, he looks to Patient and Wraith. "So you study the school to get in cleanly. I work with Mr. Blaze to walk in the front. Mister.. BillyBob, will run overwatch and get us out when she suddenly needs to be excused. Right?"
Wraith nods her head. "Affirmative." She agrees, "I assume you all have radio communications? Let us synch those and begin."

Patient clicks something in his hidden throat, and that burred voice speaks. "This one asks: What day is the girl taken? The second? Or the third?"

Black moves a hand to his TACOMM, then he nods to Doctor, "I'm not the /most/ skilled with mind magic, but I do know a spell regarding it. We'll see what we can do, in any case if things go badly enough I can get us out fast." He then states, "So then, I'll get on that SafeHouse location, we will likely need it in advance, just in case. Anything else you need, hit me up. He allowed us access to 10,000 nuyen from the full funds. That's 2000 out of us each if we use it up, but… Might get a fair Shiawese SIN for a fraction of that."
«Plot» Black says, "Can I go ahead and prove my contact and request a SafeHouse location?"

«Plot» Wraith says, "Prove the contact, roll etiquette :)"
«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) has the Contact Rose with the following information: *snip very long contact*

«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Etiquette:
1 1 4 5 9
«Plot» Wraith says, "Your contact has a couple of options; she can get you somewhere relatively safe in the Warrens (it is still the Warrens, there's always the chance of some gangers turning up) for 150 =Y= per day, or she can get you somewhere very secure in the UCAS Sector for 500 =Y= per day; no chance of anyone seeing comings or goings from that."
«Plot» Black says, "500 nuyen per day option."
«Plot» Wraith says, "Okay, its essentially some private underground parking that used to be a bomb shelter at the height of the cold war. She'll wire you a passcode and, if you use it, 'private parking' will all be booked out to her."
Patient moves closer to Doctor, and quietly murmurs to the man - in swahili! Much more fluent, although the curious burr remains.
'Brother; My ear piece will not be enough. The man, 'Black' - he says he is able to quickly get equipment. What is the word for 'secure line' in english?'

Black takes a moment to open up his PocSec, and makes a call. He then moves to a corner, "Rose? Yes, I need a UCAS special, let's say. Full kicks, down low," he offers. Afterwards he seems to listen a bit. "Alright, that will work perfectly," he states, "Bye hun," he offers. He then clicks it off, while he flicks his thumb across the data on his screen.

The Doctor listens closely as he can while Black makes his call. Musing to himself he glances to Patient and gives a nod, responding in Swahili as well. "Indeed. I'm afraid mine is probably not up to what they would use. I believe they call it 'taccom'. Let us see if we can get some aid with that Brother." His attention turns to Black as he'd finish up the call, he smiles lightly with a small nod. "You are indeed well connected. Unfortunately, I think that the cell phone I have access to would not be secure enough for what we're endevoring to do. Patient and I both will need some assistance, or at least a lone, of more secure communication, if possible?"

«Plot» Wraith says, "Transceiver/Micro-Transceivers are 48 hours with avail of the rating. Broadcast encryption adds more money but not more time and is the important thing. A taccom unit is 2 weeks base, so likely not feasible."

Understanding seems to slowly dawn on Wraith's features as she realises what the pair are saying.

"Ah. I am assuming you are both new to Denver, then. Possibly to America?" She reaches into her pocket, and produces a simple plastic credstick, which she lays down on the table with a click. "I will cover any additional expenses which arise beyond the ten thousand nuyen allowance. It is important our communications are not compromised."

"This one is.. new to the americas. This one thinks the hunger is the same in any place. Flesh for pay."
Agrees the hooded Patient with Wraith, although he doesn't speak for Doctor.

«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Etiquette vs TN 4:
2 3 4 7 15 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Etiquette - 3 vs TN 4 for "KP 4/15":
3 8 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Negotiation vs TN 5:
2 3 5 5 11 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls 7 vs TN 6 for "Carl's negotiation":
1 2 2 3 3 4 4 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Black says, "Fixer level 1."

«Plot» Wraith says, "Base price is 8000 =Y= each. Negotiated down to 6800 =Y=. Base time is 48 hours. Two successes over threshold will bring that down to 24 hours."

Black nods a moment, while he sends some data to his Fixer on secure lines, before he slides his phone out and calls him direct next. Seems he will have a small chat for a bit. After all is said and done, he closes up his phone, "Should arrive soon enough, we have time. We should do a little more recon. Something about a SIN… And, I am going to call my other guy, for information on this corp, and possibly some data on the people we're pursuing." He then moves around.

«Plot» Black says, "Can I now prove my J who is a wealth of info and see if he has any insight?"
«Plot» Wraith says, "Sure. Prove the contact, roll etiquette."

«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Etiquette:
1 2 5 5 8
«Plot» Wraith says, "Are you asking about Shiawase in general or this school in particular?"
«Plot» Black says, "Shiawase currently."
«Plot» Wraith says, "Okay, give me negotiation vs 6, then he'll roll 8 vs 6."
«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Negotiation vs TN 6:
3 3 5 8 8 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Black says, "Stand."
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 8 vs TN 6 for "Contact Counter-Negotiation":
2 2 3 4 4 5 10 19 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Black says, "Tit for tat."
«Plot» Wraith says, "There's some back and forth. Eventually, he offers to tell you about their latest operations for 500 =Y=, which implies something juicy but not earth-shattering."

«Plot» Black says, "I will spend 750, the base price for the info, the rest to make sure he knows Black is a good customer and that selling out that he's been looking around might be a bad idea."

«Plot» Black says, "Black will make a small document of the info and slide it to everyone, so feel free to pose what he learns to the room."
«Plot» Wraith says, "End result: He has heard that Shiawase have stepped up some operations in Denver recently, trying to make contact with representatives of the NAN. The word in the corporate sphere is that they are trying to make new inroads and deals for mystical goods and expand in an area which has not traditionally been their strongest suite, although they are facing a lot of resistance because Shiawase is not known for their respect of the natural world."

«Plot» Black says, "Alright, can I do another with the same guy for the school in specific?"
«Plot» Patient would like to do a quick roll of 'underworld politics' to see if I get anything off linking these two bits of info together. The kidnapping and the push into mystics.
«OOC» BillyBob says, "And I'll go ahead and map out the best escape route to the safehouse if possible."
«Plot» Patient says, " .. If that knowskill is applicable."
«OOC» Doctor says, "I'd like to work with Patient to try to get something off the two items too.. as said if applicable."
«Plot» Wraith says, "Underworld politics I'm going to say no - that's more gangs and such. Any corporate knowledge knowskills might be applicable. You can make another etiquette test (TN 6) and then negotiation if successful for the school, though."
«Plot» Wraith says, "And Billy, give me either a knowskill you convince me is relevant or a pure int check."

«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Etiquette:
1 2 3 3 3
«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Etiquette for "KP 5/15":
2 2 3 4 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Etiquette for "KP 7/15":
1 3 3 3 3
«Plot» Black says, "I get nothing."
«Plot» Wraith says, "Yeah, he doesn't seem to know; specialised information on a corp he isn't part of, he guesses."

«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Corporate Politics:
«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Corporate Politics for "KP 8/15":

«Plot» Black says, "Stand."
«OOC» Doctor says, "Would smuggling routes for the Denver FTZ help any for a good route to take?"
«OOC» Wraith says, "The FTZ is a fair distance from the school so it'll have a higher TN but there might be something."
«OOC» Doctor nods. "What TN am I looking at then? If I can help, I'd like to."
«Plot» Wraith says, "It isn't unusual for corporations to esssentially take over private schools when they need to set up a long term operation but don't have time or space to build their own fully enclosed communities. You aren't sure that's what has happened here but it seems likely."
«OOC» Wraith says, "8"

«Auto-Judge[]» Doctor (#12338) rolls Smuggling Routes (Denver FTZ) vs TN 8 for "Assisting Billy with a path.":
1 3 13 21 = 2 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» BillyBob (#10588) rolls Smuggling Routes:
1 2 3 5 5
Black takes a moment to click off his phone, then places a document on the table, and scribbles his findings. This combines information, and is set out for all to take.

«Plot» Wraith says, "Between the two of them, Billy and the Doctor are able to get a few workable routes together. There's the most direct route from the school to the airport, bypassing any known security checkpoints until they actually reach the gates of the 'port, which will take 20 minutes in normal traffic. Then there's the route to the safehouse. The Doctor is able to remember a few back alleys which cuts that time down to 10 minutes. Then there's 'emergency plan omega' which they reckon can get them into the Warrens in 15 minutes."

«Plot» Black says, "I want to call my decker and set Doctor up with a one-time pass in and out that school as a specialized doc. Or, well. That can wait maybe."

Doctor takes a moment to memorize the information Black gathered, then helps BillyBob with the route. Once that's settled, he'd give a small nod. "So before we focus entirely on the school, should we take a look at where the house is at, just in case? I understand it has higher security. I just do not wish to miss the tree for looking at the forest, yes?"

«Plot» Wraith says, "Okay, we'll count that as a physician's license. Base cost 4000, needs a SIN Check against 4. As it is only meant to hold up for a day I'll halve the cost. The decker can have it ready inside a few hours if you can convince them to do the work. Etiquette 4 (this is pretty standard decker drek, and I assume most contacts are pretty standard instead of being sneery prima donnas)"

BillyBob pulls up a map on his pocket secretary and plots out the best routes to the safehouse. "Lookin' good. Just gotta grab dis slitch during karate club or whatevah."

"… I think it is best to look at all our options. Leave no stone unturned, I can have my decker set you up with a SIN for temp use if you need it though, for the school," Black states. He then places some headphones around his neck, and nods. "But, if we don't see anything at the house useful, I think that we can hit the plan we've made so far."

«Plot» Wraith says, "Okay, because we've been at this a while and you've already invested a significant amount in the school plan I'm going to make this simple: You investigate the house. Fuck no. Moving on!"

«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Etiquette vs TN 4 for "Temp SIN With License":
1 3 4 7 8 = 3 Successes
«OOC» Doctor grins, thumbs up to Wraith.
«OOC» Doctor says, "Just wanted to make sure it was said. :)"

"Incidentally." Wraith says, apropos of nothing, as the expenses really do start to mount up. "I believe the professional thing to do is to split the expenses for this run between all of us, equally, with the exception of the radios. I just wished to ensure we are all on the same page regarding this before we proceed."

Doctor glances to Patient for a moment, then gives a slight nod, looking back to Wraith. "Agreed. Outside of our communication, we split the expenses evenly. It is Mr. Blaze's contacts that is making something much more complex to fake, relatively simple with the proper props."

Black takes out a bottle of water which he drinks from, then he caps it afterwards. A look to Wraith, "Levee a little extra expense my way, so long that I come out with a profit. I'm seasoned, I'm willing to invest in this run turning out alright, and good working relations," he offers up. Not that he isn't already banging out bucks for people with his contacts.

It is the afternoon when the team roll up past the school, as inconspicuously as possible, to get a first pass. Billy's flying bee drone helps get an aerial view, and the place is really quite impressive.

A former inner city school, now repurposed for the Modern Age(tm). There's only one building, but it has been added to and adapted over the years. There's metal detectors on all the entrances (but not the windows, of which there are many). There's a playing field out back, and the entire place is surrounded by a wire mesh fence ten feet high, with barbed mesh at the top. There's also a few security guards around - but not many, in the middle of the afternoon.

All of the students that can be seen are dressed very, very well. As are most of the teachers. The place oozes money.

«Plot» Wraith says, "Oh, and because I should have mentioned it earlier; Tae Kwon Do club meets tuesdays."

«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Security Systems for "Corporate School Security Systems":
2 2 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls Security Systems:
1 2 2 4 7 9
«OOC» Patient says, "Nice."
<OOC> Black ICly leans on Wraith the whole ride.
«Plot» Wraith says, "Pretty much as described; there are also cameras, but it looks like they have a few blind spots it should be easy to exploit from the outside. Inside you'll probably want to be careful, keep your head down, or wipe the tapes before you go. Or pay even more money to the decker to sort it out for you. :P"

[Break for sleep]


The team had ascertained the physical security around the site and decided to split into not two teams, but three.

Doctor, BillyBob and Black will approach from the front in order to sell Doctor's credentials as a, well, Doctor. They have obtained a temporary physician's license to back this cover story up. BillyBob will then take his van, looking like a medical vehicle, and wait on site for the extraction.

Simultaneously, Wraith and Patient will enter through the fence and use rooftop access to get into the school.

Connected by radio systems, Team Doctor and Team Patient will liaise as the Doctor attempts to separate the target from the rest of her peers. Team Patient will take care of her security detail, Team Doctor will knock her out, and both teams rendezvous with Team Billy before making a quick getaway, hopefully right to the airport although a safehouse is in place, and getting paid.

What could possibly go wrong?

«Plot» Wraith says, "Let me know if there's any details you want to clarify, otherwise we can begin with Team Doctor approaching the front of the school."

«Plot» Wraith says, "Let me know if there's any details you want to clarify, otherwise we can begin with Team Doctor approaching the front of the school."
«Plot» Patient says, "That looks good to me."
«Plot» Doctor says, "looks right to me."
«Plot» Black says, "That looks like our plan, yup!"
«OOC» Doctor says, "what rating is the fake, btw?"
«Plot» Wraith says, "Awesome. Do you want to arrive at, before, or after 8am (when school starts)? At, you'll have the kids arriving too, before you'll have staff turning up, after you'll have to get them to open the gates via intercom."
«Plot» Doctor says, "I vote for at."
«Plot» Black says, "At seems the safest."
«OOC» Wraith says, "Its a permit, so it attaches to an existing SIN. The license basically says you're a Shiawase-authorised contractor (because you guys aren't dumb and know what you need)"
«Plot» Black says, "Before would grant suspicion, after is a bit eh."

BillyBob rumbles up to the school's entrance at 8 AM, when the children are arriving. His Bison RV has been re-painted to look white and blue, like a proper private medical van. A bee drone overhead watches the comings and goings with a bird's eye view.

«Plot» Black says, "If we absolutely need a SIN, I have one that can stand up to scrutiny easily, as long as I can get my decker to erase the fact it was used. If needed that is."

«Plot» Wraith says, "It'll need to go on one for Doctor because your SIN looks like you :P"

====================> SIN Information for Doctor (#12338) <====================
SIN: UCAS-12338-001J4C-000BVM-2ND
Name: Bob Bob
Rating: 4
Created: Fri Oct 14 08:51:15 2016
Player: Doctor (#12338)

«Plot» Wraith says, "Doc's got one though so /it is all good/"

School is starting, hooray!

The kids look exactly as enthused to be there as one would expect. Mostly, they look irritable, frustrated or preening and overeager. The school doesn't have a uniform, but most of the kids look disturbingly similar anyway; Shiawase fashions, all muted colours and sharp, respectful lines forced upon the teenagers so that they can better prepare for lives as corporate drones. Some rebellious few have taken to trying to modify these outfits, usually to show off more skin.

One girl has tie-dyed her outfit pink. She will probably die penniless in a gutter somewhere, or become a powerful Shaman one day.

The gates are open, and a bored-looking security officer stops the van as it pulls up to the checkpoint. He glances down at his pocket secretary.

"I don't see anything about a medvan on the arrivals list." He says, glancing up to BillyBob, and then past him, to the Doctor. "ID?"

Ah. Of course. Well this was to be expected. "it's a private examination for one of the students. Sort of short notice. I do apologize you didn't get the update." He'd offer his stick across so he could be checked.

«Plot» Wraith says, "Give me an etiquette or negotiations check, your choice!"
«Auto-Judge[]» Doctor (#12338) rolls Etiquette for "Totally sounds legit.":
1 3 3 5 5 19
Black has come with Bob and… Bob Bob, to the front. Being the only Not-Bob, he stands not far from the other two, with his shades on, elven-like ears perked upwards, with one even flicking idly. He has on his jacket and all he needs, no metal, but his gear is protective. And his clothes are very, corporate chic. He could very well bluff his way as a corper if anyone asks him, but he is here to simply follow as an assistant.
BillyBob has partially disconnected.
«Plot» Wraith says, "That should actually have been assigned a TN. It is worked out as follows! Guards int (3) + 4 (He will be in trouble if he lets people in when he shouldn't) + 2 (paid to be suspicious) - 2 (morning rush; he's busy) -1 Doc's charisma. Total: 6. So one success. Standing, Doc?"

Black has come with Bob and… Bob Bob, to the front. Being the only Not-Bob, he stands not far from the other two, with his shades on, elven-like ears perked upwards, with one even flicking idly. He has on his jacket and all he needs, no metal, but his gear is protective. And his clothes are very, corporate chic. He could very well bluff his way as a corper if anyone asks him, but he is here to simply follow as an assistant.

«Plot» Black says, "Can I complement him with my own etiquette?"
«Plot» Black says, "For looking corper?"
«Plot» Wraith says, "Sure. Same TN."
«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Etiquette vs TN 6:
1 3 4 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Etiquette vs TN 6 for "KP 9/15":
1 2 4 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Black says, "Bah, stand."

«Plot» Doctor says, "can I use Pychology to add?"
«Plot» Wraith says, "Not really, this is more a 'I belong here' than a 'do what I want' check. If it was negotiation then yeah. Black's 'tailoring' might work for getting the look right, or something similar to that."

«OOC» Doctor says, "got it.. then uhm.. I'll use my kp on it."
«OOC» Wraith says, "OK."

«Auto-Judge[]» Doctor (#12338) rolls Etiquette - 1 vs TN 6 for "Seriously, totally legit. 1 success, KP:1/1":
1 3 3 8 10 = 2 Successes

«Plot» Doctor says, "and that's what I got. so 3 successes."
«Plot» Wraith says, "Awesome."

The guard shrugs his shoulders, "Eh, don't worry about it, they don't tell us nothin' down here anyway. Bunch of high and mighty…" He looks like he'd go on, but then he realises the Doctor is probably pretty high and mighty himself.

Instead, he takes the offered ID, and swipes it through the machine to check…

«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "Checkpoint machine!":
2 3 3 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "SIN Counter-check":
1 2 3 4 = 1 Success

… and a little green light goes 'ping'.

He hands the SIN back and smiles, "I'd normally call the boss lady down to show you around, but, she hates coming out when the 'rents and carers are around. You guys know the way, right?"

With that, he waves the van through, apparently assuming that these guys - who have clearly done this a thousand times before - know what they're getting on with.

The Doctor smiles and takes his stick back with a nod. "Of course, of course." Chuckling he'd sit back and wave to the guard on their way in to the school. Well, part one done.

«Plot» Wraith says, "And now we'll turn to Wraith and Patient sneaking in the back."

Around the back of the school, there's a wire fence, topped with barbed mesh. Wraith and Patient have snuck around to it, and now have a decision to make.

"I have wirecutters." Wraith says, producing them from her pocket. "Question is, do we want to go through, or over? I don't like the idea of leaving a hole, but I like the idea of leaving blood less."

Luckily, the back of the school seems pretty quiet in the gap between students arriving and lessons starting.

Black settles back in the seat, shades still on, while he tips them up above his forehead a bit. He takes a deep breath and lets out a small sigh, while he seems to be deep in his own thoughts. He looks over to the school for a moment, and then takes stock of the various windows, entrances. He clicks on his TACOMM.
«Plot» Wraith says, "You can roll perception sure. You covered the physical security aspects last night and found a place to approach where there's little camera coverage."

Commlink-|Knight|> Black sends, « Passed front gate. »
Commlink-Wraith> Wraith sends, « Acknowledged. »

The hooded figure stays low for a moment, arm moving beneath the blanket as it taps on the inlaid controls on the HV jumpsuit. Altering the jumpsuit to match the break-apart pattern best suited to an 'urban' environment. Hands at last shown; Fat digits missing the last knuckle, claws displayed. And fuzzy. Because if you're gonna be a freak, go all the way.
"This one believes.. we go through. We go through as low as we can. Blood ages. Holes do not ages. We will not be long."
The finger gestures -low- to the ground, in a horizontal swipe.

«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls Stealth for "Watch the GM blow the plot, haw haw haw.":
2 4 4 4 5 5 16
«Plot» Patient nods. +4 for appropriate camo?
«Plot» Wraith says, "Yup."
«Auto-Judge[]» Patient (#12341) rolls Stealth for "+4 against visual check for appropriate camo":
1 1 1 2 3 7

«OOC» Patient says, "Want me to break it in two like before?"
«OOC» Wraith says, "Yeah, probably helpful."
«OOC» Patient says, "Between visual/audio and scent?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Patient (#12341) rolls Intelligence:
2 4 4 22
«Auto-Judge[]» Patient (#12341) rolls 9 for "Additional dice for 'scent'":
1 2 2 3 3 3 5 5 7

Wraith doesn't actually bother responding, nor does she make any sign of being either impressed or disturbed by Patient's hands. What she does do, is produce the aforementioned wire cutter and, cut. She's quiet enough that the rustle of the gate could easily be assumed to be just the wind.

They both then begin their approach to the back of the school. This being an urban place, there's not a huge amount of ground to cover. Patient can smell that people come back and past this place on a regular basis; and not just teenagers smoking things they shouldn't, either, but adults, probably kitchen and janitorial staff primarily…

He can also see two cameras, although they've both managed to avoid their line of sight so far, and there's a teacher staring out the window in the last ten minutes of peace he'll have in the day.

Wraith pulls out a grapple gun from inside her coat, and takes careful aim at the top of the roof. "Ready?"

Patient slithers along with Wraith right up to the building, pausing to press against it and take scent, tongue showing through the split lip that gives him that burr in his words. Then nods silently to wraith, putting his claws against the brickwork. Tail lashing slowly as he looks up, cat eyes narrowing against the light.
And up they go!
«OOC» BillyBob says, "infinityyyy"
«OOC» Patient says, "TN 8 for brick, minus my wares?"
«OOC» Wraith says, "Yup."

«Auto-Judge[]» Patient (#12341) rolls Athletics vs TN 4 for "TN 8, -2 for claws, -2 for tail balance mod.":
1 2 2 3 4 10 = 2 Successes

«Plot» Patient says, "With quickness+strength/8, +2 successes, I can climb.."

«Plot» Patient says, "4 meters every combat phase. Over a story per second."
«Plot» Patient says, "Close to two stories per second."
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls Pistols vs TN 2 for "Smartlinked grapple gun, pew pew.":
1 1 1 1 3 4 5 = 3 Successes
«OOC» Patient says, "Shall I pose up the success, Wraith, or do you want too?"
«OOC» Wraith says, "Go ahead, you beat Wraith to the top. ;)"

The thing that is Patient goes clamboring up the side like a spider. Well, metaphorically, not literally. He's not -that- alien looking, despite the short black hair that covers him. The tail lashing behind to keep his balance as dikoted climbing claws make rapid purchase right up the brick work. He pauses at the top, ears flat to the skull while he peers over for cameras or the like. Failing anything obvious, he'll roll into a crouch and await Wraith's followup.

Wraith's grapple follows Patient up the wall. The stealth line is well-oiled and practically noiseless, just a gentle 'clink' as it latches to the top of the roof, and a moment later Wraith has been reeled in up to the top alongside Patient.

On the roof there is, as expected, a door. The door has a maglock; keycard access, by the look of it. Wraith's brow flickers for a moment.

"I forget, did I ask if you can deal with these?" A nod to the first obstacle of oh-so-many runs… the locked door. Harder to talk your way around than a security guard, as a rule.

«OOC» Patient says, "Is it the top of a staircase or a room in its own right?"
«OOC» Wraith says, "Top of a staircase."
«OOC» Patient nods. I'm assuming hinges in?
«OOC» Wraith says, "Actually it opens outwards - most people come from inside to outside, after all, and it is awkward to open towards you."

«Auto-Judge[]» Patient (#12341)'s Gear (#8263) has the Voucher Item 2 Tool Laser with the following information:
----------—[ Shadowrun Denver ]-
==============================> Item 2 on Gear <===============================
Item Name: Tool Laser
Item Type: ITEM
Quantity: 1
Fractional OK: No
Clonable: No
Players Can Link: No
Created For: Patient (#12341)
Created By: Mojo (#11250)
IC Location: Carried
-----> GM Notes for Item <-----
Oct 20 08:19 Purchased 1 at chargen for 1500 in resources. Approved by Mojo

«OOC» Wraith says, "You could try that! … Though Wraith will stop you ICly when you produce it. xD"
«OOC» Patient laughs!
«OOC» Wraith says, "Most maglocks will have an alarm for just cutting through the door. If you've got security systems you prooobably know that."
«OOC» Patient nods. I was actually going to snip the hinges and try to creep in without disturbing the lock itself.
«OOC» Wraith says, "Yeah, but the lock is fitted into the door and will go 'holy shit the door is moving when I didn't open! Bweep bweep bweep'"
«OOC» Patient says, "But, right, lemme drop a pose."

«OOC» Patient says, "Hm. What's the side made of? Not the door itself."
«OOC» Wraith says, "Brick."
«OOC» Patient nods. Barrier the same as densiplast or plasticrete?
«OOC» Patient is using +info combat bar examples - Doesn't seem like brick would be as hard as plastistell, but asking!

«OOC» Wraith says, "I'd probably give it a 6, I think."
«OOC» Wraith says, "'Heavy material' but some way off reinforced or structural."

"This one has.. a way."
States Patient, clawed fingers pawing open a small pouch on its belt. From which it takes a small laser tool, stepping up against the door to put its ear against the surface. Listening for a moment as it speaks. Running a claw along the mortar thoughtfully
"This one will remove the bricks. Then through. Then stack them once more. We will not be here long."

Wraith speaks up when the plan becomes clear. "No, its fine." She says, same voice as always. Walking up to the door, she pulls out a small electronics toolkit from inside her coat. "I have a number of tools for this. Let's start with the less risky one…"

«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls Electronics B/R + Task Pool: 1 vs TN 8:
1 3 4 4 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls Electronics B/R + Task Pool: 1 vs TN 8 for "KP:1":
2 2 5 7 = 0 Successes
Commlink-Wraith> Wraith sends, « We may be a few moments. »

«Plot» Wraith says, "So, as Wraith fails to remove the lock in the first minute, we'll segue back to the other team."

Commlink-Doctor> Doctor sends, « We still have to reach the girl. You have time. »
Ears rise on Patient, before flattening again. Cat eyes peer up at Wraith, and the short, squat creature settles back to his haunches. Watching curiously as he murmurs.
"All is risk. We must hurry. I will watch."
And then he moves away a bit, keeping ears up, eyes open and nose in the air. Overwatch!
«Auto-Judge[]» Patient (#12341) rolls Intelligence:
1 1 2 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Patient (#12341) rolls 9 for "Additional scent dice. Overwatch!":
1 1 2 2 2 3 3 9 14

«Plot» Wraith says, "Okay team, feel free to make your approach! You know where her first class of the day is - English. She's not very good at it."
«Plot» Wraith says, "You could also approach the nurse's offices or school admin department."

After passing the guard, he'd watch the school, glancing to Black. "So classroom and avoid paperwork at the front desk? Nurse's office to bluff that? Three routes. We can get in with this, but best we both know where we're goin, yes?"

"You're a doctor, we should take it to the Nurse's Office more than likely. There should not be too much paperwork," Black states, while he takes a moment to tap his fingers along the side of the window, "Our people might be a moment, we might as well start off now," he states. Once in a position to be parked, he unlatches his seat belt, and steps out of the vehicle, then he opens the door for the doctor, to provide the visual that he is indeed someone that's high profile.
«Plot» Wraith says, "Okay, perceptions people!~"
«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Intelligence for "Perception":
1 2 2 3 3 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Intelligence for "Perception KP 10/15":
1 2 3 3 4 4
«Plot» Black says, "Stand."
«Auto-Judge[]» BillyBob (#10588) rolls Intelligence for " Bee drone observation":
2 3 3 5 10 14
«Auto-Judge[]» Doctor (#12338) rolls Intelligence for "perception test":
1 2 2 3 3 4 5 9

Doctor nods in agreement to Black then would wait patiently after they park. The door opening has him get out, 'ignoring' black as a doctor would an assistant while he'd stroll into the school and head for that nurse's office.

Most of the teenagers are trailing towards their first classes of the day, woo, fun.

It is easy to spot the security measures though; the metal detectors on the main doors, and the adults in the crowd who can clearly handle themselves. Corporate security they may be, but they aren't cheap, and they give a few suspicious looks in the team's direction - probably because that's what they are paid to do for their oh-so-precious charges.

Still, it is relatively easy to spot the direction they're meant to be going in… the place has those handy-dandy painted routes trailing towards the different 'zones', one of which is medical.

Black moves after a moment to flank behind Doctor to one side as the two move, his gaze is now in full view, orange-gold like the sun his dragon-like gaze watches. Legolas? What do your elf eyes see? Not much, changeling. He has no weapons, and a small backpack which carries with it his medkit, medkit supplies, and leaves back in the van a pair of plasteel restraints for when the girl is captured. Besides that, he just has on his protective clothing.
<OOC> Black says, "Oh, and the shades tipped up on his head. Low-Light/Thermo."
«Plot» Doctor says, "I won't have anything external for weapons."
«Plot» Wraith thumbsup. "In that case…"

As the team approach the entrance, there is another security guard - though he has apparently been communicating with the guy on the front desk as he just gives a curt nod. "Doctor." He says, offering a tray, "If you'll just put your metal items in here then step on through." Just need to go through the standard procedures, after all.

«Plot» Wraith says, "This is entirely pointless because the team have nothing that can be detected with MAD. There will be no rolls."

Doctor of course, politely goes through the routine. Nothing to see here, nothing illegal on him, no sir. Once he finishes putting his stuff on the tray, he'd step through the scanner, then recover his stuff.

«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Intelligence for "Astral Perception":
1 1 3 3 8 11

Black takes a moment to place a few things into the tray. Small effects, things that all would put in a tray. Even a fancy metal pen that's full of ink, just for writing. Because you /need a writing tool/. Once through, he retrieves his things, and decides to take a moment to once-over the astral. Then blink back to his own reality. Not too un-standard for someone to do.
«Plot» Wraith says, "There are two Awakened in the corporate security details in the area, probably hermetic mages but it'd be terribly rude to assense them in greater detail. The wards are R4 - just into 'needs a permit' level, and embedded into the outer walls and roof."

«OOC» BillyBob says, "No the bee is an overhead drone."

Once able to speak without notifying everyone that he is, Black subvocals into his TACOMM.
Commlink-|Knight|> Black sends, « Two Awakened Hermetics on-site in corporate security detail. Wards on all restricted areas. »

Waiting for Black, Doctor nods at the finish and would move along, as he totally belongs here and heads right for where a Doctor would of course go, the nurses office. Time to find out what it'll take to get the girl and get out now.

The nurse is a rather severe-looking elvish woman, blonde hair pulled back in a tight bun, her uniform almost comically stereotypical. When the group knock at the office door, she calls, "Come in." And then…

One eyebrow raises quite sharply. "Gentlemen." She says, "What can I do for you?"

The nurse's office itself is like nurse's offices since time immemorial. There's a computer, a table, two comfortable chairs, and an array of medical testing gear - though ultimately, the whole contents of the room are unlikely to do more than the medkit the Doctor is carrying with him.

After a second minute has passed in full, Wraith straightens up, and tucks the electronics toolkit back into her pocket. "Alright then." She says, "We'll do it the risky way."

From yet another pocket on the inside of her coat, she produces a slender black keycard. This, she simply swipes.

Patient glances back to Wraith and the Mighty Box, a tongue flicking along split muzzle. ".. This one will remove the.. box for you?" The biomodded freak asks, proffering sharp, sharp claws. And then goes back to being pressed up against the wall. Ears flattened at the advice.

«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "Maglock Passkey":
3 5 9 9 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "Maglock Resist":
2 3 5 11 = 2 Successes

… and the door opens with a silent click.
Commlink-Wraith> Wraith sends, « We are in. »

Commlink-|Knight|> There is a small beep of acknowledgement from Black's TACOMM, which means that it is risky for them to talk at the moment, but it is acknowledged.

Beyond the door there is a staircase leading down into the school proper. There are faint noises - the sound of teenagers going from place to place, but they are becoming fewer and further between as the minutes tick by. Anyone out by the time the pair reach the bottom of the stairs will be running late for class.

Wraith steps aside from the doorway to let Patient pass, and gives a faint nod. He is, after all, the brawler of the pair.
Black takes a moment to scratch behind his ear, and steps up behind Doctor to the side, while the man ponders what he will tell the nurse. He is here to be silent and be an assistant, while he folds his hands in front of him together in a proper manner.
«Plot» Wraith says, "I've spoiled it a bit, but no, nobody in the stairway. You can roll perceptions for a more accurate idea of what is at the bottom though."

«OOC» Patient nods.
«Auto-Judge[]» Patient (#12341) rolls Intelligence:
2 2 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Patient (#12341) rolls 9 for "additional sniffs":
1 2 3 4 4 4 5 7 10
Patient smells the chemical tang of cleaning supplies. Janitor's storeroom, it seems. There's no human scents down there, at least none that he can make out over the delicious scent of sharp lemon.

Patient returns the silent nod, the short but compact form keeping low as he begins working his way down the staircase. Ears flat but nostrils flared, split muzzle opened slightly to take in as much scent as possible. He puases, nose crinkling before looking back up.
"Is empty." He murmurs, before touching the earpiece clipped to his lobe.

«In. Where?»

Doctor walks in and looks around, checking over the interior carefully. Hmm. Interesting. Finally, his attention turns to the nurse and her question, a polite smile is given to her then with a nod. "I have a student that I need to pull from her first class. English, I believe. There is an exam that has to be done. Can you please have her summoned here?"

«Plot» Wraith says, "Roll etiquette, Doc."
«Auto-Judge[]» Doctor (#12338) rolls Etiquette for "Come on, work with me.":
1 4 5 5 9 16

«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Etiquette for "Complementary Skill Assist Doctor":
1 2 3 4 5
«Plot» Wraith says, "No, leadership is its own thing, kinda needs some recognised authority first. You've probably got that, though."

The nurse does not look like she is someone who naturally trusts others…

But there's something in his bearing which means she just naturally believes this man is, in fact, a corporate consultant who has been brought in to do the job. "Are you with Shiawase?" She asks, her tone a little clipped, "If you people keep circumventing the procedures, I'm going to have to start withdrawing my cooperation."

Not today though, it seems, as she reaches out to pick up the phone on her desk. "Which student is it?"

Black continues to stand and wait for Doctor to request the student by name, while he seems to watch on with stoic disinterest in it all. He tilts his head to the side in thought at the comment about the Shiawese, but the nurse will note he does not seem to take too much offense to her words.

Doctor nods politely with that proper smile. "I understand. I do apologize for the oversight. I'm sure you know how it can be. We are here for Buffy Delaine." Doctor would give the name and wait patiently with Black. Now it was just a matter of time until she'd show up and they move on, right?

The nurse phones in the name, and then folds her hands onto the desk. "It'll just be a few moments." She says, "The teacher will send her along shortly. If you'd like to take a seat, gentlemen?"

Black takes a moment to move for a seat, in which he settles at for the moment. He looks to the door and waits for the moment, while he still seems to be deep in thought for the time being.

Doctor nods in response and then would take a seat with Black. By the wall means out of the line of fire for anything he might do, right? Either way, patience is everything and he'd casually slip a hand into his pocket to use the pocsec to get a text to speech to the team. «Nurse has summoned the girl. We're in the nurse's office. ETA shortly.»

At the bottom of the staircase there is indeed a maintainence room, with all sorts of cleaning supplies and similar. There is a lack of janitor in the immediate vicinity too, which is good! But…

Wraith turns to Patient, and gives a firm nod of her head. "We should begin to move towards the nurse's office. Be watchful for cameras, and others."

The corridor outside IS quiet by this point, but there'll always be the chance of more people than anticipated… or people in the classrooms they pass noticing.

«Plot» Wraith says, "Basically, perception with security systems comp for avoiding cameras, stealth for sneaking past everyone else."

«Auto-Judge[]» Patient (#12341) rolls Intelligence for "Spot those cameras? Hear those steps?":
1 2 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Patient (#12341) rolls 9 for "Smell those guards? Scent those students?":
1 2 3 3 3 3 3 4 4

«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls Intelligence:
1 1 3 3 3 3 4 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls Security Systems:
1 3 4 9 10 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Patient (#12341) rolls Stealth:
1 2 3 3 4 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls Stealth:
1 1 3 4 4 7 8

«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 6 vs TN 12 for "Corpsec Perception, lowest roll +4 for 'partial cover'":
1 4 4 4 5 8 = 0 Successes

The pair sneak out of the janitorial room, and Wraith points out the general layout of the cameras. With some luck, all that they'll have seen is a few shadows moving where there shouldn't have been shadows… with some luck.

As the pair of runners approach the nurse's office, they can clearly hear the security team approaching ahead of them. Wraith holds up her fingers, gesturing for Patient to stop behind the next corner…

The bio-freak keeps low and smooth, following Wraith's lead. He has hunted before - he knows when there is more experience leading. His nose twitching, split lips parted as he keeps taking scent. That most pervasive and useful of abilities, that mankind had long ago abandoned! Huzzah for modern science.
Although he pulls up short, ears flattened, eyes focused on those fingers as he tenses.

… and up ahead, the door is opened by the ugly ork, who lets himself into the room, just ahead of a young teenage girl, asian-american. The two human guards are glimpsed briefly by Doctor and Black, but take up position outside the nurse's office.

Buffy flicks her hair as she enters the room. "What is this about?" She asks, seriously. "I wasn't expecting any kind of medical examination today."

«Plot» Black says, "If I stand up with Doctor's new position out of my LoS, how many people can I get in my LoS?"

«Plot» Wraith says, "You can't really see the guards outside, but you can easily see Buffy and the ork - the nurse if you stand and step backwards to carefully position yourself."

Commlink-|Knight|> There is another small click from the TACOMM Black has. He awaits to know if they all are ready.

Commlink-Wraith> Wraith sends, « Affirmative. »

«Plot» Wraith says, "Area spells don't work quite like that."
«Plot» Black says, "It won't effect anyone out of my LoS."
«Plot» Wraith says, "Basically, because it is a small room, you need to target the spell on something you can and effect everything in the area or hold back dice to make it smaller. What I need to check is whether LoS will block the people outside. I don't think it does, because you're effectively channeling mana into a large radius."
«Plot» Wraith says, "You can't shape your spells by closing an eye. You shape your spells by holding back dice to reduce area."
«Plot» Black says, "Hrm."
«Plot» Wraith says, "Ordinarily, there's enough area to cut down potential targets - but this is a relatively small room."
«Plot» Wraith says, "Ah, okay, checked the page."
«Plot» Wraith says, "You can't effect the people outside the room, as vision is entirely blocked, however you're still effecting everything you could potentially see within the room, unless you hold back dice to clip only the girl and her guard - you can't hit the nurse too without hitting the Doctor, basically."
«Plot» Black says, "Dang."

«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Sorcery + Spell Pool: 3 + 3 (Dragonlayer) vs TN 7 for "6D Force":
1 1 1 1 1 2 2 3 5 5 5 8 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Sorcery + Spell Pool: 3 + 3 (Dragonlayer) - 1 vs TN 7 for "6D Force KP 11/15":
1 1 2 2 3 3 3 5 5 11 11 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Sorcery + Spell Pool: 3 + 3 (Dragonlayer) - 3 vs TN 7 for "6D Force KP 13/15":
1 3 3 3 4 5 5 8 21 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Black says, "Stand on 5 successes."
«Plot» Black says, "Drain now."

«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Willpower + Spell Pool: 3 for "Drain D+1 10 Succeses to fully negate":
1 2 3 3 4 5 11 11 14
«Plot» Black says, "I forgot to add TN."
«Plot» Black says, "But that's 8 successes. Most I can do. I take L stun."

«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 4 + 12 vs TN 6 for "Buffy's Willpower + Spell Defence":
1 1 2 2 2 3 3 3 3 4 4 4 7 7 8 9 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 4 + 12 - 4 vs TN 6 for "Buffy's Willpower + Spell Defence KP:1/??":
1 2 2 3 4 4 4 5 5 5 5 11 = 1 Success
«OOC» Patient whistles.
«OOC» Patient says, "We -did- piss off the Slayer."
«Game» Backup to offline storage commencing. Game may freeze for a bit…
«Plot» Wraith says, "Defender wins ties, Buffy is still standing."
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 6 vs TN 6 for "CorpMage Willpower":
1 2 2 4 5 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 6 - 1 vs TN 6 for "CorpMage Willpower KP:1/??":
1 2 5 9 11 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 6 - 3 vs TN 6 for "CorpMage Willpower KP:3/??":
1 3 3 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Wraith says, "Corp mage goes down with D+1 but stunball damage caps at D"
«Plot» Black nods.
«Plot» Wraith says, "Pose it up! I'll interject a little flavour myself based on the pose and then we'll go into intiatives."

Black takes a moment to stand up, then he moves in front of Doctor, so that he can take a full round out as he is able. "We were summoned by Shiawese… To see how you were doing," he states casually. His mind works at a fast pace, to create the image of the spell in his mind. His main target is Buffy, while it seems to encircle the place.
Then all of the sudden the Mage falls right down to the ground after a moment, and up close this far, it is not that hard to figure out who did what. He scratches back behind his ear and laughs, prepared for what is about to happen, his gaze narrowed as he whispers, "Bang." This would be sent into his TACOMM to tell the others to strike now.
Commlink-|Knight|> Black sends, « Bang. »

Buffy actually feels it; the protective hand of her warder, the man who has been with her since she was six years old. It circles around her, protects her from the hostile magics, and holds firm against them. Unfortunately, all that protection is not enough to keep the grizzled ork on his feet and he wobbles unsteadily before he collapses unceremoniously to the ground.

The girl's heart skips a beat. Her bright eyes flash with sudden anger, anger unlike anything she's felt before. Her lip curls, and her attention is focused, laserlike, on Black.

The hairs on the back of the drake's neck stand up, and even though he isn't perceiving astrally, he can feel it as magic in the room flows, breaks, surges… this girl isn't just mundane any more. In the next few seconds, she's going to awaken.

"What did you do to Greg?!" She bellows, loud enough to be heard outside the hall with no difficulty whatsoever. "I'll KILL you!"

The nurse, for her part, looks like she's finally found something that has broken her composure. She looks like she might be half a step away from wetting herself.

«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls Initiative with a result of 31.
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 1 for "+4 Buffy Init":
«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Initiative with a result of 8.
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 2 for "+10 Corpsec Init 1":
4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Patient (#12341) rolls Initiative with a result of 22.
«Stats System» Invalid roll: Cannot find stat matching "10 corpsec init 2".
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 2 for "+10 Corpsec Init 2":
1 2
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 1 for "+5 Nurse Init":
«Security System» Permission denied.
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 1 for "+7 Doctor Init":
«Plot» Wraith says, "As he's AFK, I've rolled for him."

«Plot» Wraith says, "Wraith will step round the corner, 20 foot corridor/7ish meters, medium range on her pistol, silenced shot take out the nearest guy before he draws his gun."
«Plot» Wraith says, "Standard lighting bla de da."
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls Pistols + Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 2 for "5 base, -2 smartlink, half action to aim.":
1 1 1 1 2 2 3 3 4 4 5 5 9 = 9 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 8 vs TN 4 for "Dodge!!":
1 1 1 3 3 5 10 10 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 8 - 3 vs TN 4 for "Dodge!! KP:1":
1 5 9 9 10 = 4 Successes
«Plot» Wraith says, "Stages up to 11S because of ExEx rounds."
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 5 vs TN 5 for "6 ballistic armour, soaking S":
2 2 3 3 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 5 - 1 vs TN 5 for "6 ballistic armour, soaking S KP:2/??":
3 7 8 9 = 3 Successes
«Plot» Wraith says, "Takes an L wound."

Wraith steps around the corner, raises her silenced predator, and pauses just long enough for the smartlink to lock on before she pulls the trigger. The bullet hits the man as he rolls, but it is barely a flesh wound, just a scrape down his left hand side.

«Auto-Judge[]» Patient (#12341) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 4 for "Melee with Claws! 8M":
1 2 2 3 4 4 5 5 5 7 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Patient (#12341) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat vs TN 6 for "Melee with Claws! 8M Comp second hand.":
1 2 3 4 5 17 = 1 Success
«OOC» Patient has 1 KP, and is saving it for an emergency.
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 5 + Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 4 for "Counter-punch.":
1 2 2 3 4 4 4 4 5 10 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 5 + Combat Pool: 5 - 6 vs TN 4 for "Counter-punch. KP:1/??":
3 4 4 5 = 3 Successes
«Plot» Wraith says, "Okay, Strength 5, +1 hardliner gloves, stages by one, soak 6S!"
«OOC» Patient nods. Armor 5/5, soaking 3S
«OOC» Wraith says, "2S, surely?"
«OOC» Patient says, "Err, right"
«OOC» Wraith thumbsup.
«Auto-Judge[]» Patient (#12341) rolls Body vs TN 2:
2 3 4 5 5 8 = 6 Successes

When Wraith steps around to fire guns, Patient is on the move; A blurr of black furr and claws as it slips around the male for the female. Claws flash, but the corpsec is well trained, slamming a palm into Patient's chest.
This does not work out so well, as they both get into a .. hee… cat fight.

«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) has the Armor Rating Ballistic with the value '0 (7)'.

«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls Body + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 2 for "Soaking pistol round S.":
2 2 2 3 3 4 8 = 7 Successes
«OOC» Patient says, "Yes, Doctor. Buffy -was- the Slayer. And is magical. Your turn~"
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 5 vs TN 4 for "5 base TN, +1 wound penalty, -2 smartlink shot 2":
1 1 1 2 7 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 3 vs TN 4 for "Dodge second shot.":
3 3 4 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls Body vs TN 2 for "Soaking M like a fool":
1 2 3 5 = 3 Successes

The corporate security man opens fire on Wraith, both shots on target. The first, Wraith sensibly decides not to care about and lets her armour take the damage. On the second, she foolishly attempts to slide out the way and takes a minor scratch to her side to mirror that on her opponent. Frustrating.
«Plot» Wraith says, "Second corpsec goon tries to fend off Patient."

«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 5 + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 4 for "Firm punch to the snout.":
1 1 2 2 2 3 4 11 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 5 + Combat Pool: 3 - 2 vs TN 4 for "Firm punch to the snout. KP:1/??":
3 3 5 5 7 11 = 4 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Patient (#12341) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 4 for "Counter swipe! Vs. 6 successes":
1 1 2 2 2 3 4 4 7 = 3 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Patient (#12341) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat vs TN 6 for "Counter swipe! Vs. 6 successes. Comp secondary hand.":
1 2 2 3 4 5 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Patient says, "3 to her."
«OOC» Wraith says, "So that's soaking 6S again."
«Auto-Judge[]» Patient (#12341) rolls Body vs TN 2 for "Soak 6S":
1 4 4 4 11 15 = 5 Successes
«OOC» Patient says, "L stun"
As she comes around to her senses, the bodyguard smacks Patient firmly in the nose. Whilst the swirling melee is becoming more chaotic, the initial kerfuffle seems to have gone in her favour, as her hardened gloves bounce painfully off the freak's snout.

«Auto-Judge[]» Doctor (#12338) rolls Pistols + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 2 for "Time to calm the girl down…":
1 1 1 2 2 2 7 11 = 5 Successes
«OOC» Wraith rolls back, checks what she's done.
<OOC> Black says, "She's about to hit Doctor with the ADEPT POWERS."
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 8 vs TN 4 for "Dodging Taser":
1 2 2 2 2 5 5 5 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 8 - 3 vs TN 4 for "Don't tase me bro KP:2/??":
1 2 2 4 5 = 2 Successes

«Plot» Wraith says, "Confirmed it is one more success to dodge, she takes the base hit. What is the taser damage code?"

«OOC» Doctor says, "9S stun"

«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 5 + Combat Pool: 2 vs TN 7 for "Soaking S damage":
2 3 4 5 5 5 7 = 1 Success
«OOC» Wraith says, "Okay, she takes an S wound."

«Auto-Judge[]» Doctor (#12338) rolls Pistols vs TN 2 for "Second shock of her life!":
3 3 4 5 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 5 vs TN 7 for "Soaking S":
1 1 2 3 5 = 0 Successes
«OOC» Wraith says, "And she's down."

Black and the girl would be facing off against each other on the magical side, that sense of magic focusing on Buffy felt even to Doctor. Frowning, his right arm comes up and twin darts, trailing wires, would launch at Buffy. The shock is brief but intense. A straight forward taser to knock her out. Doctor watches her drop and would reel in the wires.

«Plot» Black says, "6S Stunbolt."
«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Sorcery + 3 (Dragonslayer) + Spell Pool: 3 vs TN 5 for "6S Stunbolt":
1 2 3 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 8 8 = 5 Successes
«Plot» Black says, "Stand."
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 3 vs TN 6 for "Soaking 6S":
1 1 4 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Wraith says, "Stages up to D, and the civilian crumples."

«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Willpower + Spell Pool: 3 vs TN 2 for "Soak, TN 2. 6 successes needed.":
1 3 5 5 5 5 8 10 11 = 8 Successes

Even as the teen falls on the floor before him, Black looks to Doctor, "Nice shot," he states, slaps them man on the shoulder, flanks on the other side of him, looks to the nurse, and points out his finger like he has a gun.
"See you later, Space Cowboy," he tells them, one elven-like ear flicking, while his golden rose dragon-like gaze watches her, and he just speaks 'Bang.' The civilian falls just like that to the floor, stunned and alive, but knocked completely out. Decisive action, "Let's back up our friends next and get this girl the heck out of here."

«Plot» Wraith says, "Next up is Wraith. She will shoot Mr. Shooty, twice."
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls Pistols vs TN 3 for "4 base, -2 SL, +1 light wound.":
1 2 3 5 5 5 11 = 5 Successes
«OOC» Patient says, "Mr. Shooty and Ms. Punchy"
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 5 vs TN 5 for "Soaking D":
1 2 3 4 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 5 - 1 vs TN 5 for "Soaking D KP: 2/??":
1 2 2 3 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Wraith says, "Huh, no she won't. First shot kills him. Second into the melee with Patient. Because why the fuck not?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls Pistols vs TN 7 for "4 base, -2 SL, +1 wound, +2 second target, +2 melee penalty.":
2 3 4 4 5 8 9 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 5 vs TN 5 for "Soaking S Damage":
2 2 3 4 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 5 - 1 vs TN 5 for "Soaking S Damage KP:3/??":
1 5 5 10 = 3 Successes

Wraith, frustrated by the graze she has taken, levels her shot and blows the back of the first goon's skull wide open. Swiveling easily, the gun is turned on the woman putting up a good struggle against Patient, and a second shot hits her dead centre; where the plates of her armored jacket almost completely negate the impact…

… but not entirely, knocking her off her feet and rendering her easy prey for Patient to finish off!
«Plot» Wraith says, "Patient, you're up. You have Superior Position!"

«Auto-Judge[]» Patient (#12341) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat + Combat Pool: 1 vs TN 3 for "L stun, opponent prone, main hand, last CP.":
2 4 4 5 5 10 11 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Patient (#12341) rolls Cyber-Implant Combat vs TN 5 for "L stun, opponent prone, secondary hand as comp":
2 4 5 5 5 10 = 4 Successes
«OOC» Patient says, "Stand on 8 successes."
<OOC> Black says, "Did you just stage an L to D+1 stun."
«OOC» Patient says, "M. Dikote claws"
«OOC» Patient says, "8M :3"
<OOC> Black says, "Oh right."
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 5 vs TN 6:
1 3 3 4 5 = 0 Successes
<OOC> Black says, "Did you just tear a guy open?"
«OOC» Patient says, ".. I did.."
«OOC» Patient says, "Maybe. If the KP doesn't hold."
«Plot» Wraith says, "8M stages up to 10D"
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls 5 vs TN 7 for "Soaking D":
2 2 3 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Wraith says, "Yup, she's done."

The bio-modded freak jerks back as his snout it punched - just for a bullet to whip by and strike the woman to the ground. He doesn't hesitate or question - he pounces. Claws ripping aside, at throat and ribs. Patient snarling silently, baring fangs, before licking his split lip.
«Girl?» He questions, in that burr voice.

Commlink-|Knight|> Black sends, « Target is secure, security team and nurse on our side disabled. »
«Plot» Wraith says, "Okay, we can fall out of combat time here. What we're going to need is another set of stealth checks backed up with security systems to evade cameras and get back to BB."
Commlink-Wraith> Wraith sends, « Let's go. »

«OOC» Doctor says, "medical room; is there enough materials to be a gurney or something?"
«OOC» Wraith says, "Sure."
«OOC» Patient would like to take perception rolls for potentials wandering the halls and about to discover a bloody surprise.
«OOC» Wraith says, "There aren't many people wandering the halls between classes. You've got the schedule; you've got 24 minutes left before classes change."
Resetting his hand, Doctor nods thanks to Wraith and would immediately go to work on getting a gurney set up with Buffy on it. That done, he'd nod to Black. "Let's go." He'd push the gurney out of the room and start for the front, rushing as is appropriate of a Doctor with a medical emergency! He ignores the two dead guys on his way out, other than to avoid bloodying wheels.

Commlink-BillyBob> BillyBob sends, « I'm waitin' out here, get da patient an' move it. »
«Auto-Judge[]» Wraith (#5494) rolls Intelligence:
1 3 3 3 3 4 5 5

Wraith looks moderately purturbed as the guerney is pushed out into the hallway and past her. She glances around quickly, but can't immediately see any cameras. A quick look to Patient, then. "Out the back." She says, quickly, starting to move the way they had come in.

«Auto-Judge[]» Patient (#12341) rolls Intelligence:
1 1 1 5

«Auto-Judge[]» Black (#12895) rolls Intelligence for "Perception":
2 3 3 5 5 5

Patient crouches low as his .. as Doctor wheels past with gurney in tow. Ears lay flat atop his head, bloody claws wiped off on the corpsec's shirt. No need to get them gunked up just yet. And then it's time to start heading back towards the janitor's closet - and the way up, and out. A nod to Wraith, and the freak turns to follow her, his tail drifting behind him.
"Yes." He agrees
Commlink-Wraith> Wraith sends, « You are going to want to hire your hacker friend to clean this up now. You won't be able to hide a whole guerney on the camera feeds. »

Black takes a moment to frown, but then slides his shades back on, and moves with Doctor, as fast as he can without actually disturbing his general look of corper. He takes a moment to reach into his PocSec, making it look like he's doing medical texting, when in fact, he is sending a command to his decker for their earlier arrangement, to be ready for preperations, then sliding it back into his pocket as he moves.

BillyBob waits in the faux ambulance outside for the gurney to wheel on in. And once the entry team and Buffy wheel themselves inside, he casually drives out of the Shiawase security gate and gets on the interstate, heading for Dunkelzahn Int'l Airport.

After getting Black's decker contact to agree to hack into the school and take care of the fact that some of the team will now be on the school security systems, the rest of the run goes … well, if not swimmingly, at least smoothly enough.

The alarm is raised about three minutes after the team make it offsite. By then, the decker has had time to get in and scrub the cameras, which makes it impossible for the police to get a decent lock on exactly who is responsible. The girl is handed over to the contact at the airport, and money is transferred shortly after.

It may not have been the prettiest run ever run, but it got the job done in the end.

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